A/N: I guess I've been kind of pounding out the one-shots, hoping to spark a fantastic way to start Fooling James Potter, motivation for A Marauder's Tale of Love and Life, to remember what I wrote for New Beginnings, because my dog ate one of the pages. Yeah, it kind of sucks. But, I suppose since it's Thanksgiving break, I might be able to update.

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling lives in England. I do not. So therefore, I am not J.K. Rowling.

It's the first time my baby girl was coming home from Hogwarts. And, to tell you the truth, I was nervous. My mind is whirling a hundred kilometers a minute.

Did she have fun?

Did she get into any trouble?

Did she get good marks?

Did she make a lot of friends?

Did she meet any boys?

The last one is the one that bothers me the most. Yes, I know what you're thinking. "They're only eleven! No one starts to date when they're eleven!". But, who knows? The Wizarding World may be different than ours.

She steps off the train, and I am sshocked.. Really shocked.

She looks so different! Well, I s'ppose I haven't seen her since September 1st, but still!

When Lily spots me, she comes flying at me, trunk forgotten, and into my arms.

Needless to say, I'm so happy to have my baby girl back.

"Honey! I missed you so much! How was your year? Did you have fun?" I ask her.

She replies, talking a hundred miles a minute. "Oh, daddy, it was fantastic! My favorite subject is Charms, my least is Transfiguration because I'm complete rubbish at it. There's moving staircases and walking suits of armors and talking portraits and- Oh my, daddy, it's just fantastic!"

"Well, I'm glad, sweetie. Do you have lots of friends?" I ask her, just as any good father should.

"Oh, yes! Marlene McKinnon, Alice Stevenson, Dorcas Meadows, Hestia Jones, Mary MacDonald, and I are the best of friends! We were all first years this year, and we became really close," she states happily.

I grin. It was great to have that many close friends. "Did you get good marks?" I question her.

"Of course, daddy," is all she says.

"Well, Lils, did you get into any trouble?" I ask her, knowing that she'll probably just roll her eyes.

But, instead of an eye roll, I get a scowl. "Lils? Did something go wrong?"

"Well, no… I didn't get in any trouble… It's just that… there are these boys…." she trails off.

"Hold that thought, honey. Let me go get your trunk," I said. I am terrified of what she's going to say next. Boys at eleven? That made no sense to me.

I go and get her trunk, carrying to the car with her following me.

"Now what were you saying, sweetie?" I ask her.

"Well, I, of course, didn't get in any trouble, but there are these boys that just won't stop being bullies! And they're so arrogant! They call themselves the 'Marauders'. They prank people all the time, including Severus! I just…. Ugh! I really don't like them!" she rants.

I breathe a sigh of relief. At least she wasn't dating anyone. I mean, I'm really not happy having a boy as her best friend, and having a boyfriend… I think I would go crazy.

"Yeah?" I ask, not knowing what to do. I think this is more of a mother/daughter talk.

"Yeah. They're names are James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. I s'ppose Pettigrew isn't really part of the bullying and pranking… but he's still part of their little group," she says as I start the car and turn onto the main road.

"I'm sorry, honey. Most boys are immature at your age. They'll grow up in time," I assure her.

"I don't know, daddy…" she sighs.

And we go home for the summer.

A/N: Okay, so I'm going to have a short chapter for every year, instead of one long one. Sound okay to you? Yes?

Fantastic.

With much procrastination,

~NinjaBuddy